The Distant Cartograph

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The ledger lay open on the scarred oak table, its pages swollen with damp, the ink smearing into brown rivers that mapped the debts of the dead. Elias Thorne stared at the column of figures, the numbers blurring as the soot from the mill chimney settled into the creases of his knuckles, a fine grey powder that tasted of iron and old smoke. He was fourteen, though he felt older, his bones...

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